The cage contained two rabbits.
At first, the cage was large, the rabbit appeared small, and the rabbit could be mischievously drilled out of the iron fence. I wrapped tape paper around the cracks in the iron partition a few times before I trapped them.
Time is like an arrow, the years do not live, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed. With the epidemic prevention and control from the panic at the beginning of the year to the current chaos, the two little rabbits have grown up.
The rabbits are large and the cages appear small. They were still restless together, and one rabbit could pick up the other.
Probably a male and a female, the small one is male, the big is the female, the small active chase, the big desperately turns around and hides, and in the narrow cage you chase me and run.
Baidu, it seems that the little male rabbit wants to be in heat. He naively thought that the green plum bamboo horse and the two little guesses were love, and they could crystallize.
Strong twisted melon is not sweet. I can't look past it, for Skywalker. Grab the small one, take the rope to its neck, and slip up to the high place, and in the blink of an eye, the small one immediately hangs.
Peel the belly, peppercorns, tangerine peel, star anise, fennel, and then with onion, ginger, garlic sauce vinegar, fragrant Wang Ji spicy rabbit out of the pot.
Most of the meat was given away, and I didn't eat it, afraid of acid.
I didn't like this little male rabbit earlier. From a young age, picky eaters, do not eat big meat, do not eat chicken, do not eat beef, and pick and choose to give green vegetables. Most of the time he was lying in the cage, whirring and panting, and when he chased the mother rabbit, he looked like a crippled person, so I wondered if he had congenital heart disease.
Otherwise, under the same conditions, the same starting line, the waist circumference, hip circumference, and chest circumference of the female rabbit are a large circle of the big male rabbit.
After the male rabbit was righteous, the female rabbit continued to eat, eat, and eat foolishly, and she did not know that her world would henceforth have one less close comrade-in-arms.
The world in the cage had been much quieter ever since, and occasionally there was the click of the rabbit biting the cage, and the world was so big that she wanted to see it.
I reached out, pretended to hit her, and threatened her with words, and she stopped biting and looked at me innocently, her eyes red.
I stroked her head with my hand and pinched her back, and she was docile and enjoyed it. It looked like I was lying on a bed in a bathing center, with my eyes closed and enjoying a massage from the opposite sex.
Every time I went up to the terrace and heard my footsteps walking up the stairs, she always jumped happily in the cage a few times, the position of her head and feet changed back and forth, and finally her front foot was on the cage, looking at me intently, her eyes still red. That look seemed to blame me for ignoring her for many days.
This female rabbit should have an IQ. I remember once, I teased her, pointed her head with my finger, and played her brain shell, she was not annoyed; and she used her fingers to stroke her ears, and her ears suddenly went back and forth, left and right, still not annoyed; I pinched my neck with my hands, grabbed the skin on my back to make her hang in the air, she was still not annoyed; when I blurted out: No matter how bad it is to come back and kill you, in an instant she was annoyed, jumped up, and used the forefoot to play me, fortunately, I quickly closed my hand. Rabbits are in a hurry and really kick people.
If I put my finger in her mouth, she doesn't chew with her fangs, but always uses her tongue to point my finger out of the head.
If I knock her with a small stick, she will bite the small stick from the longest place with her mouth, and if the bite continues, she will arch the stick away with her head.
The apples and pears she most wanted to eat, I ate the pulp, she ate the skin and the core, and the squeaking sound could hear a mouthful of happiness. Feeding her unwavering dried leaves, she clicks and bites and leaks, and feeds new things, such as peanut seeds or kiwi peels, which she always tries first, and then binge drinks and chews. This IQ is quite like a three-year-old doll, so cute.
But there must be an end to such days.
What fate awaits her, is it braised? Is it a stew? Or spicy? I can't keep it all the time.
But then again, who can control my fate?
Take off your shoes at night, who knows who will put them on tomorrow morning!
